Lyrics:
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
traffic, B, bumpin' this old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick
Sometimes I don't know why I dropped the album
Sometimes I doubt that as a drain man, I am Malcolm
My own feelings made my bars Wacker
Next time we will write
to give
My pride is my muse
I couldn't choose between pressing record
And putting mogul after it
Couldn't handle getting two tracks of beats wacker than me
allowed to use a minor key on this album
Okay let's do it
Until you go and pop the hood
And realize everything's amiss
Because the light of all my summers
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
blues
This here is your break up call
I think he meant it
Well this time anyways
Hey man I saw Elwood up in here on South Wacker drive 233
South Wacker
players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit yo' style from
You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album
Girl, so I was stuck in the house
All by myself during quarantine
Fucking around making music
I was like I'm gonna call myself
Quay Quay the Bae,
chi-town
Ridin’ down wacker drive, feelin’ like the dark knight
Clear skies fo’ my city, blinded by these car lights
Flyin’ past cloud nine, my gosh these
besten Album Lan
Nehmt Haltung an, salutiert, steht stramm,
Ich runne game bis ich lieg' und nicht mehr laufen kann
Gib auf du Punk
Wir burnen bis du
shit like Mos Def does
Man, I'm wacker than Rawkus' website
I'm bright like the night
I'm about as fly as a fuckin emu in flight
Man I'm not the storm,
by the man and I press restart
No time (Game is over player one)
We number two, that mean that we the shit
Recovers till live performances to
The way
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
wacker
I just met a cute bitch, said she went to Stanford
I been fuckin' college girls, that then got their masters
Finally got them racks now, so what
it do
Ya
I'm not about pull out this bitch
Blow the whole load on your whole outfit
You wacker than a MF
You get your style from
Lame brains
Never
Nation Album of Ace Of Base
The Unholy bands from the holyland [Album] - Compiliation.
Cause Of Death by Obituary
Deicide Album by Deicide
AMON's
watch your tone
Weed-wacker came to prune
Check da the butterfly knife
Stashed in his cocoon
Hop out the embryonic sac
Pop in full attack
Pulled the rug
Eerst en vooral we komn nie vor us populair te maken
We schoepn ballongs en sloan de creme ut jn andjes
Op us eerste album, aje mie mening zoe vragen
album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new
an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause
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